Grey legs swiftly running
Through the age-old trees
Hungered wolves are coming
A child's cry on the breeze
By father left he is dying
A mother quickly wakes
Her son's fate defying
She from the forest takes
Crippled child to mother mild
Do not get in his way
Boneless legs, he will rise high
Blood brothers he will slay
If can't be loved he will be feared
His darkness finds the cracks
His light he has away from steered
And anger is his axe
Sink down to your knees
See him stand as your King
Crawl down into the mud
Just like he did
Bow and admit defeat
Don't think that you can win
His rage is like a flood
No use hiding
All hail kin of Odin
But will all stay beneath
War looms, hear them drumming
Now his brothers bare their teeth
Grey legs swiftly running
Through the age-old trees
Hungered wolves are coming
A King's cry on the breeze